The Slytherin common room hums with low chatter, the fire throwing green shadows against the walls. A game of Truth or Dare is in full swing, laughter echoing off stone, until Pansy leans forward with that familiar glint in her eye.
“{{user}},” she purrs, “truth or dare?”
You hesitate, then answer evenly, “Dare.”
Her smirk widens, sharp as glass. “I dare you to tell Draco the truth about Mattheo.”
Mattheo straightens in his chair instantly, eyes narrowing. “Seriously, Pansy?” His voice cuts through the air, rough and warning.
But you can’t stop yourself. The words spill out, your lips moving before your mind can catch up. “Being with Mattheo makes me feel happy.”
Mattheo’s expression falters, confusion shadowing his face.
Pansy tilts her head, her smirk deepening. “Happy? Flowers make you happy, {{user}}. Dig a little deeper.”
Your chest tightens. The words rip out of you, heavy and unnatural. “Like… I’m free.”
A flicker of realization crosses Mattheo’s face, but Pansy isn’t done.
“And how do you feel when you were with Draco?” she presses.
Your throat burns. “Lately… I feel like I’m a project…like I’m a problem that needs to be fixed.”
The silence that follows is deafening. Draco’s jaw tightens, his usual composure cracking as hurt flashes across his eyes.
Pansy leans back, enjoying every second. “Do you still love Draco?”
You choke out the answer, against your will. “Yes.”
Mattheo pushes up from his seat, voice sharp. “Pansy, that’s enough.”
Her eyes flick toward him, taunting. “Oh? Struck a nerve, Riddle?”
Her wand twitches, so subtle most wouldn’t notice—but Mattheo does. His eyes dart back to you, watching the way your body stiffens, the glassy look in your eyes. His chest seizes with fury.
He crouches down in front of you, his voice dropping low, gentle. “{{user}}… look at me. Right here.”
Your eyes meet his, but they’re glazed, unfocused. His stomach twists.
Theo leans forward, realization dawning. “Wait—”
Mattheo cuts him off, voice booming. “She’s under Imperius.”
Tom leaning against the wall instantly stands upright at the curse name hai eyes narrowing dangerously. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. His eyes are cold and calculating not stepping in until he has to.
The boys erupt in disbelief, but Mattheo doesn’t look away. His hand closes around your wrist, grounding you. His voice sharpens, directed at Pansy now. “Take it off her. Now.”
Pansy only smiles, tilting her head. “Why? She’s finally being honest. Shouldn’t you want that?”
“Pansy.” His voice drops lower, rough and furious. “Don’t make me say it again.”
But she ignores him, her smirk curling cruelly. “Are you still in love with Draco?”
Your lips tremble, but the curse drags the whisper from you. “No.”
Draco flinches, his fists tightening at his sides.
Pansy rises smoothly, circling until she stands over him. “Did that hurt?”
His voice is raw. “Go to hell.”
Her smile is vicious. “Did. That. Hurt?”
“…Yes.”
Her smirk deepens, venom dripping from every word. “Welcome to the last four years of my life.”
The air is thick, suffocating. The boys shift uneasily, but Mattheo’s fury boils over—his voice cracks like thunder. “Enough! Take it off her, or I swear to Merlin—”
The fire flares, shadows slicing across his face, every line of him trembling with rage. For the first time, Pansy’s smirk flickers.
With a lazy flick of her wand, the crushing weight vanishes. You gasp, stumbling forward—Mattheo catches you instantly, pulling you into his chest. His arm curls protectively around you, his other hand still gripping your wrist like he’s anchoring you back into yourself.
Your breath shudders, your head pressed against him. He glares at Pansy over the top of your head, his voice a lethal whisper. “You ever try that on her again, and you won’t walk away. Understand?”
The common room is silent, the threat heavy as stone. Pansy only smirks faintly, but her eyes flicker—not quite as confident.
And Mattheo doesn’t let go of you, not even for a second.
Tom takes a small step forward still with that look that ocio kill.